"Sir?" Demian, who was about to enter the house, immediately stopped walking when Niel called out to him. He was silent, waiting to hear what the news would be.  "Mr.Morgan wants to talk to you. We were asked to come to the main house," Niel said after receiving a message from Mr.Morgan's assistant. He then turned to stare at his boss who had no reaction. "He said it's important." "This late?" "Not too late. It's only ten o'clock. It's too early for you to go to bed now." "Since when did you dare to set my bedtime?" There was no answer. Niel had no intention of explaining because he knew it wouldn't help. He could only hope that his boss would fulfill Mr.Morgan's wish to return to the main house. Niel was worried.  (Just once, sir. Lower your ego a little. Mr.Morgan is not well. I'm afraid tonight is his last night on earth. Ple

"Sir, Mr.Morgan and Mrs.Katty returned to see Miss Rosalind at the hospital. It looks like they're serious about the match," Niel said, reporting the news that his men had just sent. "Let them do what they want. After all, it doesn't harm us," Demian said casually in response to Niel's report. He was enjoying the lunch on his plate. "Sooner or later this will still happen too. Whether it was them or us who started it, that woman will still be the talk of the town.""Are you completely sure about this matchmaking?""You think?"Niel looked at his boss closely. "Miss Rosalind comes from quite a prominent family. It seems a bit strange that she would be ignored by her family. And I've also ordered people to investigate what exactly happened to her. She's an outcast daughter.""Outcast in what way?"Demian wiped the corner of his lips with a tissue. After which he took a deep breath. "There are many factors that could have caused her to be abandoned by her family. It could be because she

Demian's eyebrows shot up as he spotted a familiar figure at the project site he was visiting. Astonished, he turned his head to stare questioningly at Niel. "What is that man doing here?""I don't know either, sir," Niel replied. "It looks like someone invited him here on purpose. I'll investigate.""No need. Let me find out myself. You check elsewhere. Make sure they're working properly.""Yes, sir."With no wind and no rain, Kelly suddenly appeared at the construction site of a project that had nothing to do with his company. This of course disturbed Demian's mind. What was this woman doing? Why would she show up where she wasn't supposed to?"I hope your coming here has nothing to do with my statement in front of the media," Demian said after standing next to Kelly. He put one hand in his pants pocket and his gaze was straight ahead. "I would be very disappointed if that were true.""Too bad your guess is off, Demian," Kelly said, not surprised by the sarcastic remark of the man n

"Report your work tonight. If you're late, I want a letter of resignation on my desk by tomorrow morning. B&F Corporation does not accept lazy employees. Only those who are creative and disciplined have the right to be part of this company!" said Demian firmly warning his subordinates who were caught working negligently. Luckily, his heart is currently in a good mood. Otherwise, all of their careers would have ended at this very second. "Yes, sir. We will submit the report as soon as possible.""I don't want to listen to promises. Do it, then bring the evidence before me. Understand?""Yes, sir.""Go away. The sight of your faces makes my hands itch."The phrase makes my hands itch is loaded with several meanings. And the employees took it as a danger to be avoided immediately. Not wanting to be reprimanded even more horribly, they hurriedly excused themselves and darted away from the boss's room. The atmosphere in the room was too tense and suffocating. After the employees left, De

Demian stood facing the window, wine in hand. Behind him was Niel who faithfully kept him company. They were now at the mansion. However, Demian had not allowed Niel to return to his house. He needed someone to talk to. "If there's something bothering you, please just tell me, sir. You don't usually keep me at the mansion," Niel said, opening the conversation. He and his boss were there for almost thirty minutes, but not a single conversation was opened. Niel was curious. So he ventured to start first. "Do you mind being here?" asked Demian in a very flat tone of voice. "Not at all, sir. I'm just worried.""Worried about what?""About your uncharacteristic behavior." Niel leaned closer to his boss and poured some wine into the almost empty glass. "Are you worried about the arranged marriage? If so, I will immediately organize a plan to cancel the match."Demian let out a long sigh at Neil's words. Right now he was not thinking at all about Katty's plan to marry him off to Rosalind.